Chapter 62

“I got a blow job last night but he wouldn’t let me touch him. What am I doing wrong?” Davey wailed.

Brian called downstairs for some more garlic shrimp for eight, Caesar salad, and an antipasto platter.

“We just ate,” Greg complained.

“Don’t worry, it’ll get eaten,” Brian said.

“So…” Seven pairs of eyes went directly to Davey’s face.

“So what?” he answered, buying himself a few minutes to collect his thoughts.

Jim said, “Details, we want details.”

“Well, I love him and I think he has feelings for me—but it’s all going to depend on tomorrow night—on whether or not I can take a spanking.” Davey’s wet eyes started to spill over onto his cheeks.

“He’ll go easy on you the first time. Gary did with me,” Danny told him, putting his arm around Davey’s neck. “He loves you. Even if you only stick a small toe into the water, he’ll know you’re willing and therefore able to be a sub.”

“What you need to do with pain is to pretend it’s not there, ride above it,” Jamie told Davey.